Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
T. Rex,
10cc,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.